This morning, my first of a month off from work, I awoke around nine and decided to move to the living room and continue reading Malcolm Gladwell's Outliers, rather than to go back to sleep until noon. After reading a couple of chapters, I was inspired to write and opened up my laptop for the first time in a few days with that very intention.

But of course, I was behind on replying to folks on Facebook and checking updates on journals and sxephil's YouTube channel and soon enough, I was hungry and feeling something akin to hungover and in no mood to write anything of substance. For a person who is naturally empathic and known for being OMG-SO-NICE, social networking can be a curse. And I feel so very mired in my life and the lives of the hundreds of others who fall into my wide net of people-who-matter-to-me-on-some-level that I can't seem to view any of it objectively, like I'm constantly bailing myself out of a sinking rowboat.


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This is unrelated, but I found it on Kate Harding's Shapely Prose and needed to share because I find it so appalling: Ask Men's advice on how to "subtly" tell one's girlfriend/wife she's getting fat. WOW.
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